Page 51 of Sanctuary of the Shadow
He forced himself to stop, lift his head. Did she want what he did?
Their gazes met, and she nodded mutely.
Okay, then. Sliding the rest of the way down until his mouth was inches from her glistening core, he froze a moment, staring in awe at the wonder before him. His short memories had been nothing but misery until he’d met her, and now this?
She was laid out naked before him like a succulent feast, her legs spread wide, her hands fondling her own breasts as she watched him with naked desire. It was too good to be true, too impossible to be real.
She squirmed. “Raith…”
He used his fingers to part her folds, baring her even further to his hungry gaze. Hungry? No.Ravenouswas perhaps a better description of how he felt looking upon her. She moaned at the exposure, writhing in his grip.
Lowering his head, he licked once up her center, assessing her reaction. It was a languid moan. A good sign. He did it again. “More, Raith—Oh.” He kissed her, sucking her tender flesh between his lips. Repeating the motion, he was rewarded with more gasps and moans.
Her back arched off the mattress as he slid a finger inside her silken, wet heat. Beyond all compare. Sucking her flesh again, he added another finger, wanting her to lose control. He was amply rewarded by her cries, so he sucked again. And again, until she was moaning ecstatically and saying his name.
She begged him repeatedly not to stop, which was odd because he’d given no indication he had any such plans. It was the opposite. He wasn’t sure he could stop at this point. He assured her of this by working his fingers in and out of her like he longed to do with his shaft, all the while sucking on that luscious nub of flesh. Her head thrashed about, her body trembling and writhing. She was so responsive, it was easy to discover how to pleasure her.
She cried out his name as she went over, the muscles of her inner walls spasming around his fingers. Finally, gasping for breath, she pushed his head away, unable to take more.
He obliged, content to let her lead this. For now.
She tugged on his shoulders, so he allowed her to guide him back up. Their lips met, and he shared her sweet, salty flavor with her. The idea that she was tasting the release she had spilled over his tongue made him feel such a sense of primal satisfaction that he pulled back from the kiss, withdrew his fingers from inside her, and then pressed them to her lips.
He watched in heady fascination as she sucked them inside. It was his turn to moan. The sensation on his hand went straight to his cock, until he was unconsciously rolling his hips and imagining her lips sliding over— No. He wouldn’t think of that.
“Your turn,” she murmured, slipping free of his fingers. Placing her palms on his chest, she pushed to roll them.
He ended up on his back, Harrow straddling his hips, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight. Shadows fell beneath her full breasts and below the softness of her belly. Unbidden, his hands lifted to grip her hips tightly. He was already imagining her sliding down his length from this position, her head thrown back while he sat up to suck her breasts—
She interrupted his fantasy by crawling down his body, trailing her mouth over him, much the same way he had done to her. Surely she didn’t intend to…?
All thought vanished as her small hand curled around his erection. It was his turn to throw his head back and moan, hips thrusting involuntarily into her grip.
When he opened his eyes again, she was poised right over him, her eyes locked on his sex, mouth inches away.
She was going to use her mouth on him. No, she wouldn’t possibly. But it really looked that way. She licked her lips, wetting them with a sheen of saliva.Please, he almost begged, but wouldn’t dare say a word to coax her into this if it wasn’t what she wanted. Surely she would never—
Her lips wrapped over the head and slid down his length.
A sound such as he’d never made before was torn from his throat, and his eyes rolled back, only to snap sharply into focus again. He couldn’t bear to miss a second of this. She held him firmly at the base, palms rising to meet her lips as they worked their way down.
Another moan was torn from him. This was indescribable. She was perfection, and he would destroy anyone who touched her. He would rend the flesh of any who dared to threaten her to tiny, bloody shreds. He would eviscerate entire armies—
Her mouth popped off the top with a tiny suction sound, and his mind blanked.
Those sultry lips slid back down again. He thought he might die from pleasure. His hips flexed, hands clenching in the blankets. She was a temptress. Nay, a goddess. It took everything he had not to thrust hard into her mouth.
Her fingers tightened around the base, the bottom hand reaching down to cup his sack, massaging gently as she slid her mouth down and swallowed him deep. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she moaned, the vibration sending a wave of sensation down his shaft.
He couldn’t help it. If she was trying to drive him mad, she had succeeded. All rational thought flew out the window, and he reached up, buried his fingers in her thick hair, and then thrust his hips into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. He moaned. So did she.
He thrust again. And again.
Gripping her hair, he tightened his fingers until he knew it had to pull, but he couldn’t make himself loosen his grip. He worked himself in and out of her mouth again and again until he soared over the edge into oblivion.
The climax burst out of him, catching him by surprise. Perhaps if he’d remembered ever climaxing before, he might have felt its approach, but he didn’t. It was a new experience. A strangled shout tore from him. A surprised, strangled shout, because he’d never expected it to feel this incredible. Eyes rolling back, colorful lights bursting in the blackness, the orgasm pumped through him and released right into Harrow’s perfect mouth.
It seemed to go on forever. He wasn’t certain he didn’t pass out for a moment.
